Now in our house, we all sleep together in the big bed. Well, I sleep on the sofa, and on my cushion as well, and Dad does his fair share of sofa-napping also. But at bedtimes, we have a routine. Mum usually goes up first, and if I’m not up and complaining about it being time to go to bed, she gives me a little head rub on the way past, just so I knows.
I then follow her up, she gets in one side, and I get on the other. Then Dad comes up, and he has to get in on the side where he can. I’ll lay there for a bit in the middle, but I normally sleep at the bottom, in between Mum’s feet, so as I don’t get squashed in the night.
Last night though, I was so tired, even though Mum told me it was bedtime, I went back to sleep on my cushion. They went to bed, and waited, and waited, and waited. In the end Dad got up again and came down and got me.
He said “Honestly Puss, I can’t get any sleep with you on the bed” (because apparently I’m always in the way – as you can see I do take up rather a lot of room - and I purr too loudly), “but I can’t get any sleep with you not on the bed either!”. I think he was worried about me. Bless!